The old man looked at Xie Qiao with disgust in his eyes. After passing Xie Qiao, he also caught a glimpse of Jiang Jinrui. His expression was even more strange.

Go out for fortune-telling to make money, and bring a nanny?

Look at this kid, is he fifteen or six years old? It's a pretty good-looking birth. What's wrong with this appearance? Have to run out and bluff!

It's not easy for them to do this business, they have to get older, this business is good!

Even if this kind of child says a whole lot of good things, no one will believe it!

"Who is arguing with you? Poor Dao came to you because he saw that you were in a catastrophe, so he came to help you out." Xie Qiao squeezed the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Jiang Jinbi couldn't wait to cover his face.

He lived such a big life, he never thought that one day he would do such a thing.

The old man smiled directly when he heard the words. Is there anyone who is familiar with this kind of words? In front of him, I am afraid that I don’t know who the Patriarch is? !

"Keep rolling, where did the mother and son come from, begging for food when they were short of money, they lied to the old man. How can the disciple of the old man and the goddess allow you to offend? Long-eyed." The old fortune-teller also had a temper.

When Jiang Jinbin heard the word "mother and son", he was anxious.

"This is my senior sister!" Where is it like a mother and son? !

He is almost nineteen years old, but he is only small!

However, when Jiang Jinren's words fell silent, he saw that Xie Qiao actually took out a small piece of broken silver and put it on the fortune-telling table, and then sat down: "I'll give you the silver, do you want to fortune-telling?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment and saw the silver eyes gleaming: "It turned out to be a guest...Say it earlier! Forget it, how can it be counted? What do you want to count? Fortune or marriage?"

A smile was squeezed out for an instant, like a flower.

"Neither." Seeing that he was about to take the silver, Xie Qiao squeezed the silver back into his hand. "If you want to earn the silver, just sit here obediently. What do I ask? I will let you If you answer, you answer, if you don’t let you answer, listen. Simply put, I do the calculation for you, not you."

The old fortune teller was speechless.

These days...there are still people who spend money on fortune-telling for others?

Is this mother and son stupid? Obviously, he didn't care what the young boy said just now.

"Yes." The fortune teller nodded immediately.

If you have money, you can tell any fortune-telling! Originally, his ability was to make up and bluff people, and he was not a real master, and he didn't have that spine and integrity!

Jiang Jin was stuck.

I can't believe that the senior sister actually paid the money.

Although it's just a small piece of broken silver, it can also have one or two weights!

Just watching, the two fortune tellers sat down face to face, but after sitting down, Xie Qiao looked at the old fortune teller next to him.

There was a **** soul standing there, young, looking at the appearance of only thirteen or fourteen years old, bruised and bruised, without a piece of good flesh, the broken soul was full of deep hatred, and he followed the old man persistently. Then keep poking his eyes, keep poking...

If this continues, the old fortune-telling man may suffer from eye diseases in the long run.

However, what Xie Qiao sympathized with was not the old man, but the ghost.

The little girl had wounds on her body, but she was born well. Even if she has a bad look and a shabby hair now, she can still see that she is a good looking.

"Why are you picking his eyes? And why are you following him so resentfully? What are you unwilling to do? Speak up and listen, and you may be able to resolve your grievances."